Vivianna smiled into her shoulder at Sunny's attempt to pronounce the word Vivianna had provided her. The teenager absently wondered how old the girl was as she tied her own bag, filled with four scoops of eyes. If she had to hazard a guess, the student would probably say around seven, but it was hard to tell with children that age. They all grew and developed at different speeds, so one could never know for sure.
Vivianna was about to soothe the younger girl, telling her that she herself hadn't been able to say such big words until she was at least nine, which may or may not have been true, when Sunny's question distracted her. "Yes, I'm a witch," she informed the child patently. It was either that or a squib, considering that she was planning on brewing a potion, but it was possible that young girl didn't know that.
"What about you Sunny?" Vivianna asked curiously. The Slytherin figured that, if a half blood, Sunny would almost certainly have shown signs of accidental magic by now. It was possible that she would end up non-magical, but if so the girl's answer would likely be that they just didn't know yet.
Scooping up her other ingredients, the teenager started to make her way to the other side of the store to pay. Remembering her early offer, the witch paused where she stood, "Sunny, I was gonna go pay now, unless you'd like to look around at the other things with me?"